Devils in Details

[Kyrie Blaze]

Disappointment and the flicker of anger set her jaw.

"You assume much."

Her first course of action was not to sequester him away, but to explain to the people that needed to know of his presence and purpose, here. She lead him towards the bridge, hair twitching slightly with her stride's, like an irritated cat's tail before claws were unsheathed.

[Scene]

He giggled, but didn't respond to her irritation. He reached up and removed his mask, the white iron seeming to evaporate into thin air after it was removed. He combed his fingers through his long hair, letting his green eyes take in the surrounding with a small curl of a smirk to his lips.

"You seem not to like me. Might I ask why?"

He had, after all, saved the lives of those she loved. Where was the love? Oh. Right. It was probably the fucking. Ah well. She'd get over it eventually, wouldn't she?

He chuckled to himself at that.

[Kyrie Blaze]

"I am fairly certain you know the answer to that. One of the main ground rules, Scene, is to not cause trouble. I may not have much of an issue transporting you back to earth if you wind up being more trouble than you are worth."

She didn't tell him to guess; he would wind up blurting it out loud enough that it would fly like wildfire.

Already she wasn't looking forward to this. Any of this.

She continued leading him through the throngs of people.

David...would likely still go. Her heart sank a little. It would be his choice if he still did. And she didn't know before Scene...

...and wouldn't know, still.

She exhaled as she twisted through the bodies. On the other side, Einrik was pushing through the people, tossing a quip here and there. He was following her habitual paths, it seemed. But the blonde didn't see him, nor he, her. They slid by on opposite sides before Kyrie broke free.

From then it was just a matter of navigating through the corridors to the bridge.

[Scene]

Don't cause trouble?

He let out a little "hee" at that.

"We've met before, haven't we?"

He was being snarky, but she should know that, despite his desire to see Mitsuki, he was a wild card. He truly and honestly did whatever he wanted. She could tell him to behave, and he could agree, but in the end he would just do what he felt like doing. Break what he wanted, go where he wanted, fuck who he wanted, and live as he wanted. Such was the nature of his insanity.

"Who, exactly, are you taking me to meet?"

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kiyr refrained from lifting her hand to pinch her nose. She knew. But she was already displeased and even disappointed in him.

"David. From there, the others that need to be among the first to know. Integration with the general population can come slower."

Efficient communication was key.

[Scene]

"Kiyr."

If she turned back, she would notice he was now distinctly different looking. Slightly softer in the face. No scruff. Less pretty boyish and cruel and more calm, collected. Still handsome but with a wee bit of a kinder face. His eye color was another distinct difference- a visual representation of young experimentation on him.

Stories for another time.

"I'd rather not meet David, now. Is there a room I will have? We will not be staying with you."

Ugh. Saying "we" even creeped him out. But...it was true. While Andrew had far more control now...Scene was still there, and still able to come out.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Same voice. New...tone.

Kiyr slowed and looked back. She took this new side in. Same man...just a different side of him.

"Why not?" A simple question. But it might not have been a simple demand. Her tone wasn't clipped, nor was it unkind, but it was clear she wanted a solid answer all the same. "There is plenty of room on the ship; you will have your own room."

As if it would have been anything but.

[Scene]

He half shrugged.

"I don't think he needs another person of interest to worry about. The last time he met one of your bodyguards or friends, he picked a fight with them. And you. I'd rather not risk it again."

He, unlike Scene, did not seem shy about his answers, and spoke to her directly, not looking away from her eyeline.

"I am sorry that Scene has treated you poorly in the past. I can promise you this- that whatever price he takes for whatever he plans, I'll make sure it's not painful or torturous to you."

He offered a small smile.

"Unfortunately...I can't give much else. Scene has control of my Qi...and without it, I'll be of little help beyond the physical."

He was trying to offer her some insight...so perhaps she would let some of the ice burn off.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The tiny woman didn't blink as he explained. She watched him, far from impassively. Her gaze was only intense, not hostile, as though she hoped to compare and contrast him against Scene to better interact with and - in some cases, and likely way more often with Scene - deal with them.

"And what excuse or reason do I give when he finds out, or if Scene decides to try a stunt like Einrik? Hiding something from him like this makes me look suspicious and I prefer honesty when dealing with those that mean a great deal to me. Eventually word is bound to circulate back to him and whatever backlash there might be could be worse...and if Scene with all his chaos is the cause of it, it will be."

Her gaze never wavered. She wasn't afraid for herself - she'd taken enough beatings for training and even this last one that she didn't fear it yet nor did she relish it - but she had seen what Damien had done to Einrik. Her concerns lay in that. And in how far Scene would push David, regardless of whether it was now or later.

"...as for Scene himself and the price he will take... I appreciate the thought and the care, but would feel indebted to you. Besides...it was my choice, even if part of it feels coerced, and that...might diminish the value of what he asks. It is your choice if you want to, in the end."

She wasn't sure what she wanted to say on the last part. Kyrie simply took a breath, slowly, and let it out. She could understand the predicament...and knew inherently before that the man she was speaking to would not have wielded his qi as Scene did if he did have control over it.

[Scene]

He nodded.

"Very well. You do as you see best. I suppose, as your bodyguard, I would have no choice but to follow anyway, yes?"

He gave her a small, kind smile to indicate he was trying to be accommodating. This situation wasn't ideal for her. In fact, he was sure that if he never showed up at all, she would have been far happier for it. But...in truth, he never had a real choice in the matter either.

Any chance he had to see Mitsuki again, if she really was alive, was through this ship and the impact its people would have on earth. He refocused on her words regarding what was planned for her. He got the gist, and gave a small smile.

"Let me ease that feeling that you would be indebted to me. I would not allow Scene to harm you anyway- that's just not who I am. So, with or without your permission, I would do the same. I wasn't asking if you wanted me to shield you from torture. I was informing you that I will do so. I can't...promise he won't override me in...other areas, however."

Areas that might...end up like Paris. He gave a smile.

"But I'm sure you know how to stop him. Even with a single word."

Yeah. That.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie looked from him, ahead, in the direction of the bridge. She needed to speak with David... Initially she needed to speak with him on her own. If she could have a few minutes to explain, then so long as Scene didn't rear his head again when she came back out, David's mind might be more set and at ease if he heard it straight from the horse's mouth, as it were.

"...you will not have to follow me just yet. If I do...I simply request an initial word or two with him." For now she had stopped and was regarding him with a little less intensity than before.

"I would feel indebted to you, regardless, and grateful aside from that..." The statement was quiet, but true. "But, yes...there is always that."

[Scene]

Andrew would nod.

"I'll let Scene take over then, while we wait."

He would turn and head for a chair, giving her the opportunity to go speak with David, having given her only a small smile in return for her comments about her being indebted to him.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie took a deep breath...and gave him an uncertain - yet grateful - smile. Then she turned to quietly step down the corridor...and into the bridge, not knowing how she would approach this.

Aside from honestly.

[Scene]

As she turned away, Scene came back out, and watched her backside as she left. He relived having her while he waited, whistling "Somewhere over the rainbow" as he did so.

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Maps powered down as Kiyr entered, David selecting a few options on the display and turning to Kiyr as she entered.

"Hey. Wheres your shadow? I'm not used to seeing you without the mohawk trailing behind."

He gave a little smile and would move in to hug her to show it was good natured. He was in high spirits...and for good reason. He had plotted out a course to a new world...one where there might be weapons he could use against Strike. For now...he would wait. At least until after his brothers wedding.

He owed him that.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The blonde blinked and managed a slightly lopsided, awkward smile. She was...fairly certain by his tone he was joking. The hug shocked her, but she leaned in and relaxed, returning it. Her head tipped up as she stepped away, swallowing the urge to blurt about him leaving and her knowing.

"I cut my nap short and gave him the slip?" Her brows softened with her attempt at returned humour.

Don't go.

She shifted on her feet to straighten, slowly. "Do you have time to talk?"